She saw her tattoo above her scars, a dreamcatcher. "It's beautiful love, but what's it for?"
"To remind me of my dreams," she said. Sleepy. Not all there.
"And your scars? where are they from?"
"From nightmares it chased away."
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RandomUnrelated micro-memories, fragments of unseen wholes, funny shorts, and pieces of poetic insight. The footprints that stories leave behind. * * * * * My Notes * * * * * 'Chapters' are between 200-300 characters each. Some, though not all, are true s...
